Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 201 - : DEMON WAVE XIII
"I will ensure I give each and every one of you a slow and painful death," the celestial messenger declared, feathers falling from his wings—so many that one would think he would be wingless soon enough. Yet his wings remained full, as if not a single feather had been plucked.
Countless feathers hovered in the air, the celestial messenger staring at every demon coldly.
"This is goodbye, then," he said. The feathers fell, each one attaching itself to a demon.
"Aaargghhhhh!!!!"
Every demon struck by a feather experienced unimaginable pain, their screams so loud it seemed they might reach the heavens themselves.
Zert didn't even bat an eye at their suffering. His gaze was fixed solely on the celestial messenger. No feather had touched him—he knew that was deliberate.
His lips curled into a smile. "For a being who believes himself untouchable, you sure love hiding in the sky," Zert said, taunting the arrogant being.
"Ho? You weakling think you stand a chance against me?" The celestial messenger asked, flying downwards until he was just above Zert. "I wonder… what fuels you with such confidence? Tell me—what exactly gave you the audacity to believe you could cause me harm?"
Their surroundings—the anguished screams, the crumbling battlefield—faded into nothing. Their focus narrowed to each other alone.
The celestial messenger stared at Zert as one might gaze upon a toy. Zert, in turn, looked back with the eyes of a man staring at a soon-to-fall tyrant.
"Arrogance... an attribute that has and will continue to lead to the fall of countless beings. I guess you're one of them," Zert said with a chuckle. A small box materialized in his hand, and with a swift motion, he opened it.
The celestial messenger's eyes widened. From the open box, he sensed a great danger—an instinctive threat to his very existence. He tried to pull away, but it was too late.
A black, marble-like creature shot out of the box, piercing into the celestial messenger's flesh.
"Aaargghhhhh!!!!!"
The scream that followed dwarfed all the demons' cries. The celestial messenger shrieked in agony, his pristine white wings turning black, his eyes bloodshot and wild.
Zert's eyes widened as realization hit him.
A Desire Fruit?!
Kyle, that bastard!
His scalp tingled in panic.
"I need to get out of here!" he thought desperately. He had never witnessed a tainted celestial before—but he knew enough to fear it. A demon tainted by a Desire Fruit was dangerous enough. But a celestial?
Without wasting another second, Zert turned to flee.
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A hand stretched out like a coiling viper, catching him with ease.
"Where do you think you're going?!" the celestial messenger screamed. "Explain what's happening to me!!"
His transformation was accelerating. His once-pure robes were now stained blood-red. His wings were darkened, and his eyes blazed crimson.
"What have you done to me?! Why do I feel so much anger boiling in my heart?!" the celestial messenger roared. Reason was quickly slipping away, devoured by wrath.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Zert cried, panicking.
"Let you go? Very well, then..."
The tainted celestial opened his mouth, his jaw unhinging beyond natural limits. He bit down on Zert's head, devouring it whole in a single, brutal chomp.
"Roaaarrrrr!!!!!!"
The beastly roar that followed confirmed it. The celestial messenger had lost all sense of self—he had become a mindless, tainted divine beast driven by fury and instinct.
"Curse you, Kyle..."
That was Zert's final thought as darkness took him, realizing too late that he had been played—that Kyle had set him up for a death that was, either way, inevitable.
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Elsewhere...
"What's going on with the divine being?!" the Oracle shouted, pacing back and forth in panic. "Cut the live broadcast—cut it down now!"
"Your Grace, we're sorry, but we can't!" the high-ranking celestial mage in charge of the setup responded. "The artifact won't end its broadcast once activated. It must run for at least an hour!"
The Oracle's stomach churned.
They had hoped to strengthen the faith of believers. Instead, they had done the opposite—shaken it to the core.
He didn't know what was happening anymore—but he knew it was dangerous. Far more dangerous than he had bargained for.
"Let's get out of here. Quickly!" the Oracle barked. "Prepare the teleportation circle! We'll figure this out later. Our safety comes first."
The mage nodded grimly and got to work.
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Meanwhile...
"Aaargghhhhh!!!!!"
The mindless, tainted celestial messenger roared once more, unleashing absolute carnage.
He slaughtered every demon in his path—brutally, without pause. He used his sword, his jaw, his legs, even his wings as weapons. His fighting style was wild, unpredictable, and devastating.
Then, he suddenly paused.
Something was drawing him.
Drawn by an unknown force, the tainted celestial left the battlefield and moved toward the source of the pull.
Arriving at the location, he saw it—the Origin Demon Seed.
With one swift, decisive movement, he devoured it.
Immediately, the corruption within him grew stronger. Two long horns sprouted from his head. Two extra black wings unfurled from his back. His strength surged. The demon energy within him boiled with chaos.
Whatever shred of rationality he had left was now completely gone.
The tainted celestial messenger had become a true beast—no longer a divine being, no longer anything recognizable—just destruction incarnate.
Raising his head, he located the nearest source of life. The remaining demons.
He moved.
And the carnage continued—more savage than before.
Every demon was annihilated swiftly. There was no resistance. There was no mercy.
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[The Demon Wave has come to an end! Congratulations, players, for your participation!]
[Warning! An unexpected situation has occurred!]
[New Event Starting!]
[Players are to work with central continent natives to put an end to the 'Tainted.']
[Penalty for failure – destruction of the central continent and forceful ending of Apocalypse!]
The system notification had raised the stakes dramatically.
But no player dared act rashly.
The broadcast had already shown them the truth—this new event was anything but normal.
It was suicide.
